A story for Monday
justam
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Taking a shower that night, she thought about her day. Responsibly checking off the activities of Monday, she noticed that it was NOT a bad day. There were at least nine things that were on her list of goals and chores that she'd accomplished. She noticed that he was still at the back of her mind though. While rinsing her face, she wondered if there'd ever be a day when he was absent from her thoughts. Now, it was really too early to tell if the thoughts would eventually fade, but Mrs. Dalloway did cross her mind.
Woolf must have known that experience. A person forever carried in one's mind, invisibly riding along with the daily journey. Perhaps the impression on her heart will fade? Maybe she wouldn't be forever so captured by love? She wondered if other people felt like this. Did they have attachment paths carved clearly in their minds too? Or, was it only her gift of focus that kept him so alive?
It's not the kind of thing that most people would volunteer in a conversation. In fact, most people probably wouldn't want to give anything like the impression that they have silent dialogue with invisible spirits. No one wants to seem like a weirdo. But, Virginia Woolf captured it in that book. Very well in fact. I suppose the only people we allow that freedom (the freedom to keep invisible people alive) is old married couples who have lost their spouse to death. Our culture allows those people the lee-way to miss someone so much that they set a plate, fluff a pillow, and leave a space for the absent person.
Woolf must have known that experience. A person forever carried in one's mind, invisibly riding along with the daily journey. Perhaps the impression on her heart will fade? Maybe she wouldn't be forever so captured by love? She wondered if other people felt like this. Did they have attachment paths carved clearly in their minds too? Or, was it only her gift of focus that kept him so alive?
It's not the kind of thing that most people would volunteer in a conversation. In fact, most people probably wouldn't want to give anything like the impression that they have silent dialogue with invisible spirits. No one wants to seem like a weirdo. But, Virginia Woolf captured it in that book. Very well in fact. I suppose the only people we allow that freedom (the freedom to keep invisible people alive) is old married couples who have lost their spouse to death. Our culture allows those people the lee-way to miss someone so much that they set a plate, fluff a pillow, and leave a space for the absent person.
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My Dad died on a Tuesday,and came back to get his wife on Wednesday.
He couldn't leave her all alone.
My grandparents died within a week of each other. I don't think my grandmother wanted to go on living once he was gone.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say